[First thing that goes is his spider sense. His head is actually knocked back by the force of it, like getting clobbered by the bells of Notre Dame. It's almost a physical beating in itself and Peter doubles over with a scream, clutching his hair. Threatening to yank it all out. There's a dribble of blood curling over his lip, a silent escape from his nose.
Then the real punishment begins.
He's had this in degrees. In the aftermath of the flood, when the Hulk had gone batso and chased that demon thing back into the portal, then tried to crush the portal and everything blew up and was bathed in white light, all Peter remembers is the crushing force of cement. They'd found him underneath it, they'd said, buried and maskless. They had thought he was dead.
This time, it's like having the whole of the Empire State Building careen into his insides. The bones are left unbruised, the skin unmarred.
But he can't breath. Peter falls to the ground with a retching gasp. Someone's stuck a wrecking ball inside of him and is swinging it around, crushing everything to pulp. He's spitting up blood into the grass, twitching. Gasping. The air is poison and yet he keeps gulping it down. His spider sense won't stop blaring.
Thirty seconds is a lifetime when you've been blinded to time and reason.]
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Then the real punishment begins.
He's had this in degrees. In the aftermath of the flood, when the Hulk had gone batso and chased that demon thing back into the portal, then tried to crush the portal and everything blew up and was bathed in white light, all Peter remembers is the crushing force of cement. They'd found him underneath it, they'd said, buried and maskless. They had thought he was dead.
This time, it's like having the whole of the Empire State Building careen into his insides. The bones are left unbruised, the skin unmarred.
But he can't breath. Peter falls to the ground with a retching gasp. Someone's stuck a wrecking ball inside of him and is swinging it around, crushing everything to pulp. He's spitting up blood into the grass, twitching. Gasping. The air is poison and yet he keeps gulping it down. His spider sense won't stop blaring.
Thirty seconds is a lifetime when you've been blinded to time and reason.]